Lyrics:Well sit right down my wicked sonAnd let me tell you a storyAbout the boy who fell from gloryAnd how he was a wicked son

This ain't no holidayBut it always turns out this wayHere I am with my hand

He took his sister from his headAnd then painted her on the sheetsAnd then rolled her up in grass and treesAnd they kissed 'till they were dead

This ain't no holidayBut it always turns out this wayHere I am, with my hand

Well sit right down my evil sonAnd let me tell you a storyAbout the boy who fell from gloryAnd how he was a wicked son

This ain't no holidayBut it always turns out this wayHere I am, with my hand

This ain't no holidayBut it always turns out this wayHere I am, with my hand

Quotes:"There was no audition, believe me. [...] I heard Charles play 'The Holiday Song, I said cool, and I was in. There was not even a 'You're in.'"- Kim Deal, "Fool the World: The Oral History of a Band Called Pixies" (US Edition, Pg. 18)